After a while, Rabbi Zeiss, who finally realized that he had escaped, raised his body with a wry smile, but just as he lifted it a little, his body tilted and fell to the ground again. At the same time, deep fatigue also enveloped him.

Looking at the blood flowing from the wounds of all sizes on his body with difficulty, Rabbi Zeiss sighed.

"Although it will be a little late, I should be able to catch the last ferry of Death, right?"

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and the old man slowly closed his eyes and waited calmly for the arrival of the final moment.

"...I'm so sorry, the last seat on the ferry of this hell trip has been booked by that madman. It seems that you'll have to stay in this turbid world for a while."

At some point, a man covered in a black cloak appeared beside the old man, like a black cloak embellished with bright stars.

“…”

Rabbi Zeiss opened his eyes slightly with difficulty and then smiled.

"I never knew... It turns out that Death can joke."

"I'm not a god of death."

The man uncovered the hood on his head, revealing dazzling blonde hair and handsome faces that even women would be jealous.

"We are the reflection of Aussetin, the guardians who wander in the dark side of the world to protect St. Ostain. If you think this statement is too troublesome, please call us 'Soviet Mirror'."
Chapter completed!